I got the checker red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in a candy red Biarritz
On 26 inches just to get my roll on
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
One of Jeezy's songs on, make them bitches get low
Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die
Swangin' on T.I., S's and Fo's
When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes
I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my pose
To bring you some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Bangin' on the Screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do'
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a Colt fo'
Dedicated to the slab, the dunks, the drops
Man who ain't up on this down South shit
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip
Lean back up on ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
But it's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'?
All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man, hey Bun
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin to right now, ah ah?
Fre-fre-fresh
It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A.
I just wanna get some brain in the turnin' lane
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel
Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind
I gotta '66 Impala so fresh
Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine
Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Keep it trill, this the South baby, Texas and GA
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
Pirellis and Blades and 'em crews of hoes
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
But I don't really wanna hit ya with this hot thang
I'm switchin' lane to lane, leanin' on the switch
The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops
Or get hit up in yo'
If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it
Fuel exhaust, and a motor out a ninety-four 'Vette
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
Show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby
